#apantherking

everything was still. there was not a single breath of wind that cut through hueco mundo’s eternal darkness or picked up any sand to let it drift away. the quiet of this land brought him nothing entertaining ( until the interruption of a hollow ). his zanpakuto remained unwrapped && attached to his back as he kept a close eye on the desert. ogihci let out a frustrated sigh && rested his palms against the structure he sat on, letting himself lean back. 

suddenly, his eyes widened briefly, sensing another spiritual pressure near him. heading towards his way too for some strange reason. ogihci turned his head to check who it was, holding in his surprise to find it was the sixth espada ( what did he want? ).  

❝ yeah, your entire life with the same person calls for a change of scenery, right? have you finally decided to take a break from ichigo or are you still on this crazed search to kill him? ❞ ogihci asked, wondering how he’s been faring since the war. considering that he was in the world of the living rather than hueco mundo where hollows are supposed to thrive ( even though he’d never go there without reason ), he assumed it wasn’t exactly how he planned.